•Jordan• She walks in behind him while checking over her shoulder. A pipe laid by her foot so she picks it up, and gets it ready just in case.
Knight: he reaches the room where he keeps his stuff and starts to sift through it. He grabs some food, a bit of water, and ammo for his weapon. He looks up at Jordan. "I think thats good for me. Take all you need, I don't plan on coming back.
•Jordan• She nods her head and starts collecting other foods and beverages. She looks through the weaponry and gawks at a sword. Carefully, she straps a sash behind her back and places the sword in it. Next she straps a holster on, loads a dessert eagle, and places it in the holster. She also places a dagger in her backpack. Jordan: *turns around* okay i'm ready.
•Jordan• She looks right and then left. Jordan: Uh we gotta go east. -starts walking on the right path-
I'd like to join in on this. Name: Ezria or "Ezzy" Age: 19 'Script: Female of average height and build; her hair is of a coppery brown variety, her eyes hazel-occasionally they are more golden than anything; her complexion has a slight tanning, being that she's been living outdoors since this whole zombie fiasco began. Bio: It'll come along as this story does.
Forgot personality and talents, sorry. Aha. Ezzy resumed: Personality: Somewhat of a people person, likeable; Awkward in a large group's presence (but I guess she shouldn't worry too much about that anymore); Uncomfortable with verbal confrontation; Sometimes too eager to share about herself. Skills/Talents: Witty and quick on her feet; Gifted in hand-to-hand combat (Karate and other martial arts were the sort of thing she was into Before); Also well-versed in the wielding of a spear.
*Ezria* It's been a week since the apocalypse hit her home town, just outside the city. The infection, or plague, or whatever this thing was decimated her family and friends, along with everyone else, for all she knew. In the hopes that she might find civilization, or at the very least, supplies, elsewhere, Ezria began her trek to the city. Sixty five miles and a bridge stood in her way. It's day 8 and she's made it to the bridge. Sadly, the cars standing in her way are nothing but hiding places for the dead. She only wishes she'll make it across in one piece.
Porrim: *Takes the girl, and pushes her into a nearby hollowed out tree* Stay here child. Terezi: *opening the car door, looking around* Jake: *swats at the cat to stop clawing at his leg, then proceeding to pick it up*
*Ezria* Without much choice, and too depleted in supplies to wait any longer, Ezria begins across the bridge. "Here we go..." she whispered, steeling herself for what was to come. Ezria made a break for the bridge, skirting past a crowd of gnashing teeth and bloodshot eyes. "What the hell are these things?!" She pumped her legs, eyes alert to any oncoming creature-features. A woman in her small hybrid began bashing her head on the window, clawing at Ezzy as she ran past. Ezria kept moving. She could see a group of them huddled over some unfortunate soul, still writhing in pain as they ripped flesh from him in mouthfuls. His eyes pierced her as she fled past, begging her help. She hesitated. Bad choice.